Opening his eyes, Valentine found himself in his room beneath a thin silky sheet.
Memories of the previous night kicked in, what a degree of madness he had committed.
But such a pleasure madness it was.
A part of him felt giddy at the prospect of yet another romance, but the target of that love. It was unprecedented.
Searching around he didn't find her in the bed.
'I came inside my mother...' He pressed the pillow against his face and exhaled deeply, it was too late for consideration, what's done is done and they can only move forward.
Lifting his tired body out of the bed he rubbed his overworked waists and prepared for yet another day, expecting his mother to be on her way to work.
But that wasn't the case.
...
"Good morning, son~" Annabelle greeted him happily from the other side of the countertop, wearing a delightful apron with formal clothing beneath.
